Dear God

Dear God,

I don't always know how to start. So I start the way I would with anyone I love and don't fully understand: with honesty.

I am tired today. Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes — the other kind. The kind that settles in the chest and makes everything slightly heavier.

I know You know. I know You knew before I typed the word. But there is something in the saying.

I am also grateful. For the morning. For the coffee that was hot. For the friend who texted at exactly the right moment. For the small evidence that You are paying attention even on the days I cannot feel it.

I don't need You to fix everything today. I only need to know You're here.

Are You here?

I think You are. And I think that is enough to keep going.

Love, Your very human child